Afanasy Fet — By the Fireside

The embers fade. In semidarkness

The limpid flame keeps flickering.

That's how against the purple poppy

An azure moth laps with its wing.

The series of motley visions

Attracts, beguiling weary eyes.

And undetermined human faces 

Look from the ashes, cold as ice.

The one time happy days and sorrows

Come in a gentle, friendly way,

My soul is lying that it doesn't

Need what I much regret today.